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She could hear him moving about, the opening and closing of the refrigerator door. What
was he doing? Was he going to use whipped cream? That would be cool. She felt his
presence between her outstretched legs. His fingers gently parted her nether lips. And
then he waited. And waited. It seemed like hours, but Grace knew it had only been
minutes.
The tip of something extremely cold touched her clit and Grace lifted off the table, biting
off the second half of the word,  cold before the object made its way down her slit and
into her pussy.
It was cold, very, very, very cold.
 It s a glass cock, Master said.  I bought several just for you, in various shapes and
designs. The site said they hold temperature very well, and can cause wonderful
sensations. Tell me what you re feeling now.
 Cold. Very, very cold. Too cold.
 Oh, I don t think so. Your clit likes it. He pulled on her hardened nub and Grace
moaned. Then she let out a scream as a clamp came down on her tender flesh.
 Master. No, please, no!
He began to fuck her harder with the cock, the cold mixing with the now cooling
temperature of her skin, melding together with the hotness coming from her clamped clit.
 I m going to come. Master, I m going to come!
 Don t you dare. You do and you ll get twenty strokes from the crop. You ll come when
I say.
Master pulled on the clamp and Grace tried to lift her bound body into it. She bit her lip
and forced down the need to explode. It felt so fucking good.
 Please! The moan reverberated through the room.
He pulled the glass cock from her and undid the clamps. Blood rushed back into her clit
and nipples.
 No. You can wait.
The urge to come was maddening. She was right on the edge, afraid that the slightest bit
of sensation would drive her over.
He crouched next to her ear.  Was the pain good? Did you like it?
 Yes, Master.
 When you come it will be like nothing you ve ever felt before. It won t be totally from
the pain. It will be a mixture of that, and of delaying your gratification. You have to trust
me to guide you through this.
The clamps were reapplied to her nipples. This time there was a little less pressure than
last time. She didn t jump when he clamped her clit this time. She heard him attach the
chains together and then felt a pull on the clamps as he attached it to a chain that was
above her. The glass cock was slipped back inside her.
 Three minutes, Lolly. How much the chains are pulled depends on you. If you move,
you will pull on the clamps and increase your sensations. If I were you, I would hold still.
You have three minutes.
He moved away from her and Grace tried to sense where he was. She knew he was
watching her. She moved and the chains on her clamps, attached to the one in the ceiling,
tightened and pulled.
 Ouch, Master, please.
 Two and a half more minutes. Close your eyes and concentrate. Concentrate on what
you re feeling.
Close her eyes? She was already blindfolded. She did as he said, and a whole new
sensation came over her. She could almost see him watching her. That thought pushed
her even farther and she wiggled, pulling on the chain and increasing her sensations.
 Master! I can t help it. I ve got to come.
 Don t do it, Lolly. Your punishment may well be missing out on my other plans for the
afternoon.
Grace relaxed, trying to control her breathing. She counted in her brain to take her mind
off the feelings building inside her body. In the back of her mind, she heard Master say
there was forty-five more seconds.
Don t come. Don t come. Don t come.
 Good girl. I m so proud of you. You look so beautiful. Twenty more seconds.
Don t come. Don t come. Don t come.
The tension on her clips was released, and the clamps came off quickly.
 Very good, my Lolly-girl. All done.
 May I come now, Master? Her breathing was ragged. Master pulled the blindfold from
her eyes as he straddled her.
 Not yet. He gathered her breasts, poured warm oil between them and slid himself inside
the cavern they made.
 So good. Is the cock still cold?
 Yes, Sir.
 Good. When I come, then you can come, not before. Make sure the cock stays in your
pussy.
Each thrust of his cock between her breasts brought Grace a step closer to orgasm. She
knew that when she came it would be hot, blowing the roof off anything she d ever felt.
Master reached down and pinched her nipples, never stopping his thrusts.
 Who owns these nipples?
 You do, Master.
I can t hold on, please!
 And that glass-filled pussy?
 You do, Master. Please, I can t wait, please!
 Then say it again!
 You own my pussy. You do. Master, Master, I belong to you!
Grace felt the first streams of his come hit her chin.
 Grace, fuck, need, love, oh & 
He increased the pressure on her breasts and she knew she d be sore in the morning, but
she didn t care, she d be sore in all the places for what she just heard him say. He loved
her, he really did.
She knew she could come now and she wiggled to try and get the cock inside her to come
into contact with her clit. She lifted her head when Master turned and buried his face
between her thighs. His teeth found her clit and she came, screaming out her pleasure as
he ran his tongue back and forth between her captured flesh.
When her orgasm subsided he ran his tongue up and down her pussy, pulling the cock
from it gently and replacing it with his tongue. He licked her folds over and over, and
then stood and waggled the cock at her.
 It s still cold, he said with wonder in his voice.
 Not near as cold as it was, Grace said.
 Did you enjoy that, Lolly-girl?
 Yes, Master.
He undid the bindings and helped her to her feet. She was unsteady and he pulled her into
his arms.
 I think it s time for a rest.
He led them to the bed and when they were nestled between the covers he fell asleep
immediately. Grace s flesh was still throbbing. She rose up on an elbow and stared at
him. It was amazing to her that since their first fight, she d never once thought of him as
Drake Dawson. To her, he was Toffer Shelley. She fit easily into Toffer s world. Where,
she wondered, would she fit into Drake s?
* * * * *
Giselle sat in her car, just down the road from Drake s house. That fucking bastard! How
dare he throw her over for a fat bitch? So she had big tits, so what? Any doctor in L.A.
could give her big jugs, too.
She imagined him up there, fucking her in the bed they d once made love in. Drake had
never wanted a commitment, she knew that. And she ignored the fact that more than a
year ago he d told her that he thought they should break things off.
She d always managed to pull him back in when he needed someone beautiful on his arm
at a premiere, or at an awards event. What would the paparazzi think if he showed up
with little Miss Tubby? He d be a laughing stock in looks-conscious Hollywood.
She slunk down in her seat as Drake s Porsche sped by. He and the bitch were in the front
seat, laughing and talking. She waited a few beats and then fell in behind them. It wasn t
hard to tail them unseen in the Los Angeles traffic. When he parked at the zoo and got
out, baseball cap pulled down low to hide his face, Giselle laughed.
She pulled out her phone and punched in a number.
 Where s your camera?
 Baby, you know I don t go anywhere without my camera. Got it right here.
 How soon can you get to the zoo?
 For?
 For an exclusive picture of Drake Dawson and his girlfriend for next Monday s edition
of your little rag.
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